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A relationship is born when two strangers sit together at a table for the first time.  What’s he thinking?  Awkward small talk fills the air until gravity pulls them closer, and like a ball of hydrogen in space, everything begins to fuse. H becomes He.  A single AIM convo becomes a series of texts exchanged despite freezing fingers.  A string of unrelated conversations becomes 81 Post-its on a clean white wall.  Somehow, across the span of a month, the heat increases, and as the couple warms up, their feelings expand, swelling to fill the space of a boisterous red giant. When the initial passion dissipates, fusion begins again.  They swap secrets over rainbow-filled flash games, and helium reacts to form carbon.  Everything besides the core doesn’t matter - it’s all blown away, leaving a miniscule white dwarf, what two people feel for one another, aglow with the words that no longer need to be spoken. As time passes, the light will fade, but its existence - the memories - remains forever.
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 7:06 PM UTC
The Chronicles of a Star
A relationship is born when two strangers sit together at a table for the first time.  What’s he thinking?  Awkward small talk fills the air until gravity pulls them closer, and like a ball of hydrogen in space, everything begins to fuse. H becomes He.  A single AIM convo becomes a series of texts exchanged despite freezing fingers.  A string of unrelated conversations becomes 81 Post-its on a clean white wall.  Somehow, across the span of a month, the heat increases, and as the couple warms up, their feelings expand, swelling to fill the space of a boisterous red giant. When the initial passion dissipates, fusion begins again.  They swap secrets over rainbow-filled flash games, and helium reacts to form carbon.  Everything besides the core doesn’t matter - it’s all blown away, leaving a miniscule white dwarf, what two people feel for one another, aglow with the words that no longer need to be spoken. As time passes, the light will fade, but its existence - the memories - remains forever.
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 7:06 PM UTC
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